A huge convoy of nearly 5,000 people pulled out several kilometers and walked forward on the plain.

On both sides of the convoy, light cavalry were built to patrol, some of which were even under the banner of the Gilt royal family, which was the elite of the Gilt Kingdom and the light cavalry affiliated to the Ice Dragon Knights Order.

Logically speaking, each noble family recommends ten managers, and this team will not have as many as five thousand people.

However, these managers cannot be alone. They each bring a few disciples, right-hand men and even nephews who follow them to study. Because they have to work locally for a long time, some even brought their families over, making the team extremely bloated in the end.

However, for some reason, the soldiers responsible for escorting everyone to the western part of Abilel this time were very easy to talk to. Not to mention bringing two more subordinates, even if some people wanted to bring their parents and children together, they agreed without hesitation.

Although the number of people increased, slowed down the marching speed and increased the supply pressure, the soldiers escorted with the team had no complaints for a long time.

After leaving the border of Gilt, a team of soldiers came to greet him halfway.

They brought various supplies, and even clergymen who accompanied the army doctors and fertility goddesses, were well cared for the convoy.

These red-robed soldiers brought many carriages, and even several enchanted carriages that only superior nobles are qualified to own. These carriages are distributed to pregnant women and children, and allow those who are unable to withstand the fatigue of the journey and fall ill to lie in the carriage and receive good care.

Along the way, there is thoughtful supply and good medical services, and a well-arranged camping and rest. There is no shortage of hot water and food. There is even a bonfire party often, making the originally difficult long-distance trip easy like a sightseeing tour.

As for the common thieves and beasts, it is just a joke in front of such a convoy and regular troops escorted along the way.

"Cori, do you think it's wrong?" Lerira poked her head out of the carriage window and said worriedly to her husband, Cory, who was walking beside the carriage.

"It's definitely not a bad thing. Brother Tligan's whole family is here, and Master Barron is here, so Master Viscount will never put Master Barron in danger. Look at the carriage you are in. Even Master Viscount doesn't have such a high-end carriage, don't worry."

Lerira gave birth to a boy half a year ago.

Originally, her child was still young and should not have traveled a long distance, but under the strict orders of the superior lord Surrey Lester, Lerira and Corey had to take the child and embark on the journey with their children.

(The news of the four leaders in the north is relatively closed. They only know that Ander joins the army to participate in the war. In the convoy, people from the four leaders in the north are also separated from others intentionally or unintentionally.)

Like a knight, although he is a noble, in fact, in the eyes of many great nobles, he just hit the aristocrats and cannot be regarded as a real noble.

Lerira looked back at the carriage and felt a little calmer.

The carriage is six meters long and two meters wide, with a large bed and a small isolated toilet. It is more of a small room than a carriage.

There was also a female priest who gave birth to a goddess in the carriage. She held Larira's child and coaxed the child to fall asleep.

As if he noticed Larira's gaze, the goddess raised her head, her index finger stood in front of her lips, and compared a "stop voice" gesture.

Looking at this scene, Lerira felt much more relaxed - letting the priest who gave birth to the goddess of fertility work as a nanny for the child, this treatment only a real nobleman can have. Even the Lester family, who had just been promoted to the Viscount family, may not have the qualification.

If the other party is malicious, then it will never reach this point.

Adventurers like Lerira are worried about the territory they have obtained from their wandering life, but there are still a few in this team.

Most of the team are young people. They only know that in western Abilelli, the war has basically ended, and everyone is serving as management talents to fill the gap in local management positions.

These young people all look forward to the future of becoming village chiefs, tax officials and even urban managers. Although everything is likely to start from scratch, young people are afraid that the future will not be seen, and are not afraid of these hard work.

As for higher-level management talents, there were a large number of adventurous nobles in the convoy, such as Viscount Molt Drake, surrounded by a large number of such people.

"After His Excellency Ander Tilles returns to Kalantu, I will inevitably assume the responsibility of rectifying the order in the western part of Abilee, establish a complete and reasonable system, and make the political system that is passed on by the western part of Abilee and Gilt perfectly connect, so that the western part of Abilee becomes an integral part of Gilt."

Moult talked a lot, and some of the nobles and even the big merchants around him agreed.

"The Blood Tide Army is a deformed product of the lack of military strength in the war of destruction of the country. This military system must not be maintained after the war, but how to deal with these soldiers is a big problem."

"I think it is appropriate to refer to the implementation of the mercenary and adventurer system, to decompose the Blood Tide Army into mercenary groups of all sizes, assign them appropriate tasks, and use them for the best use."

Moult said seriously. If you want to take over the western part of Abilelli, the Blood Tide Army will definitely not be able to avoid it. There is no suitable placement method. This huge army, which has expanded to 100,000, is enough to cause huge waves.

"Mr. Moult is right. How can those mud legs touch the territory? Anyway, the bloody Tide Army's trophy distribution system evolved from the profit distribution method of adventurers' team, just let them go back to be adventurers - they just happened to be very adaptable to this kind of life."

Baron Netro agreed loudly.

In addition to Moult, there were also some adventure-filled nobles who came with him.

"Of course, we must also select some elite troops in the Blood Tide Army, retain their military positions, and establish a line of defense at the Bethel Pass. Although the war has basically ended, the threats from the Orc Kingdom and the Ian Kingdom still exist, and we must not be careless."

Moult added.

He said, smiling and nodding at Baron Netro.

A hero has three helpers, and the younger brother who holds his stinky feet must have.

"In the near future, everyone will become the managers of towns and even cities. As long as everyone can make achievements, I will apply for titles and even territory from the Elders' House. I believe that all the adults of the Elders' House will never ignore our efforts and efforts."

Moult describes a bright future to those around him.

These people are the backbone of the team and the vines and minions in his future in charge of the western part of Abilelli. Even if the person with the lowest status is also the general manager of the Viscount family. The management ability is unquestionable, so they must fully understand their strategic intentions.

The only regret is that the army escorted this convoy was directly under the royal family and could not be controlled by him. Under the management of these soldiers, the best carriages in the convoy were not provided to them by the noblest people, but to babies and women.

This made Molt very dissatisfied, but he was not an idiot and would definitely not have conflicts with the soldiers around him in this place far from the authority of the Gilter Elder's House.

But he made up his mind that after Suffolk City took over the regime, he would definitely win over a group of soldiers to become his confidants. Otherwise, without sufficient force as a backing, it would be difficult to implement his authority.

Moult was full of confidence - in order to win the leadership of this time, the Drake family also paid a lot of money. However, being able to master half of the territory of the country, even if it was just a period of custody, was enough to recover the price he paid ten times or a hundred times.

In order to control more key positions as much as possible, he has brought two-thirds of the backbone of the family, which has even affected the normal operation of the family.

After wasting half of his life in the midst of a rich and rich life, there was finally a place to show his skills - Moult thought.

Queeren City has been left behind and is about to reach the west of Abilel.

"Woo—Dududu—Woo—Dudududu—"

The gloomy and distant horn sounded in front of him, breaking Molt Drag’s imagination of the future.

He hurriedly got onto the roof of the car and looked into the distance.

What comes from a distance is a red ocean.

Moult has not seen the army. Near Kalantuo, there are five permanent royal legions, with a total of as many as 50,000.

But even those five royal legions would never have such a terrible momentum!

There was no noise in the galloping horses.

"Woo--beep--" the horn sounded again.

The red ocean rushes forward and gets closer, and Moult sees it clearly. It is a squad of cavalry wearing a red cloak.

These red cape cavalry separated to both sides of the road, neatly facing each other, leaving a highway in the middle.

On the side of the road, every cavalry and every war horse are quiet and silent, and the eyes under the helmet are cold and ruthless. They are terrible soldiers who can only be trained by life and death.

‘Wow, wow, wow,’

The sound of heavy armor friction sounded.

A team of five hundred knights, wearing heavy armor, slowly sailed along the road left behind.

There are two flags in this team, one red like blood, representing the bloody tide army; the other is a sharp sword hanging on the surging waves, which is the family emblem of the Tilles family.

"The commander of the Blood Tide Army - the Grand Duke Ander Tilles - is here!" the flag-holder shouted loudly.

The heavy armored cavalry brigade was neatly separated to the sides, and the tall white horses walked out slowly.

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Moult Drake's face suddenly turned pale.

——The Grand Duke!

——The Grand Duke!!

——The Grand Duke!!!

The Duke is not a title given by anyone, but a status that is made by himself and has to be recognized.

Occupy territory, kill all spyers, and make all the forces around you have to recognize your sphere of influence. Only in this way can you be the original noble.

The true nobles have never been graceful demeanor and noble blood, but thrones forged by iron and blood.

But this truth has been forgotten intentionally or unintentionally for nearly a thousand years.

In fact, the duke and the king are the great nobles who belong to the highest point of the aristocratic class. No one is higher or lower, and their status is completely equal - or in other words, the duke is the king who has not established a country!

Ander Tills, he dared to call himself Duke!

In other words, this unparalleled knight has been ready for armed independence - no, this is not just preparation, but openly raising the banner and officially proclaiming himself king!

Wouldn't he be afraid of being besieged from all sides by Gilt, Patleme, the Orc Kingdom and the Ian Kingdom?

Ander Tilles is looking for death!

The problem is that it doesn't matter that the Incomparable Knight is seeking death, but Molt Drag is here to set a flag to take over the other party's territory.

——The other party is not even a complete Gilt Kingdom, and will he care about his own representative?

——Now I'm dead.

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The tall white horses were walking forward slowly. The receiving officials were like quails wilted by the rain. Everyone shook their necks and hid their heads, timidly leaning against the roadside, for fear of being noticed by the other party.

The moment the flag-holder shouted "The Grand Duke of Anderth Tills", both sides had no room for improvement, and the life and death of these people was in the other's thoughts.

"Captain Krondo, pay homage to the Grand Duke of Tilles." The leader of the Ice Dragon Knights jumped off his war horse and half-kneeled on the ground to salute.

This is one of the leaders of the Ice Dragon Knights. His manners towards Ander Tills have clearly demonstrated the attitude of the Gilt royal family.
To be continued...